hari hari vasundhara pe nila nila ye gagan
nila nila ye gagan
hari hari vasundhara pe nila nila ye gagan
ke jispe baadlo ki paalki uda raha pawan
dishaye dekho rangbhari
dishaye dekho rangbhari chamak rahi umang bhari
ye kis ne phul phul pe
ye kis ne phul phul pe kiya singar hai
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar
ye kaun chitrakar hai
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar

tapasiyo si hai atal ye parvato ki chotiya
ye sarp si ghumeradar, gheradar ghatiya
dhwaja se ye khade huye
dhwaja se ye khade huye hai vrikash devdaar ke
galiche ye gulab ke, bagiche ye bahar ke
ye kis kavi ki kalpana
ye kis kavi ki kalpana ka chamatkar hai
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar
ye kaun chitrakar hai
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar

kudrat ki is pavitarta ko tum nihar lo
iske guno ko apne man me tum utar lo
chamka lo aaj lalima
chamka lo aaj lalima apne lalat ki
kan kan se jhankati tumhe chabi virat ki
apni to aankh ye hai, us ki hajar hai
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar
ye kaun chitrakar hai
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar
ye kaun chitrakar hai ye kaun chitrakar

Upon the verdant earth, a sky of sapphire lies,
A canvas vast where clouds on breezes rise.
The wind, a palanquin, the clouds its gilded load,
Across the blue, a vibrant, airy road.
Behold the colored realms, a joyful, gleaming sight,
Each brimming with a radiant, effervescent light.
Who painted, bloom by bloom, this artistry so grand?
Who is this artist, with a master's hand?
Who is this artist, in this wondrous land?

Like hermits, steadfast, stand the mountain's crests,
The serpent-coils of valleys, put to tests.
The trees of cedar, like banners, stand in line,
While carpets of rose, in gardens, brightly shine.
Whose poetic vision, this celestial art,
A masterpiece, that touches every heart?
Who is this artist, with a master's hand?
Who is this artist, in this wondrous land?
Who is this artist, in this wondrous land?

Behold the purity of nature's sacred grace,
Embrace her virtues, in your heart's embrace.
Let crimson colors, on your forehead gleam,
Reflecting glory, in a waking dream.
From every mote, a grand design unfurls,
The vision of a cosmos, that the spirit swirls.
Your eyes see one, yet, in a thousand ways,
Who is this artist, who with beauty plays?
Who is this artist, in this wondrous land?
Who is this artist, with a master's hand?